Rose glanced over at the Doctor. She was finishing reading an old manuscript the Doctor had given her for her birthday. He claimed Jane Austen had written it upon his personal request. The story was interesting enough, albeit not as interesting as Pride and Prejudice, but Rose thought it was sweet of the Doctor to commission Jane Austen to write a short story just for her. How he convinced her to write a story was beyond Rose. She thought Austen quite the recluse, but knowing the Doctor, all he had to do was grin in his charming boyish way and he even had older women feeling like twenty year olds again.
The Doctor lay on the carpeted floor of the library sleeping away as his five- year old son Jack joined his father in quiet slumber. They were both quite the pair, thought Rose watching them sleep. She wasn't sure who tired out whom. Little Jack lay on top of his father, the Doctor had his arm around him protectively. Both had similar features, although Jack had more Rose's eyes but the rest was all his father's. Even the freckles across his nose and his thick brown hair resembled the Doctor's. Rose had to stop herself from laughing as she noticed the front of the Doctor's dark stripped suit becoming covered in baby drool.
Rose went over to lay beside her two favorite people. Her heart constricted as she watched them sleep. She couldn't imagine life without either of them and tried to suppress the sadness she felt as she recalled the time she was forced to live without the Doctor. She had been stuck in a parallel world, pregnant with Jack. She thought she would never see him again, but for some miracle his ninth reincarnation showed up in the parallel dimension and managed to get her back to his future self, although he did needed a bit of convincing from Rose.
"Don't stare," the Doctor scolded, not opening his eyes. His free arm snaked around Rose and pulled her close. Rose laid her head on top of his shoulder.
"I love watching you sleep," she confessed.
"It's a bit creepy," he mumbled. "Besides, I'm not naked."
That made Rose chuckle and lightly punched him on the side. "You're so full of it," she said.
"Oi," he said, "and you call yourself a mother using that kind of language in front of your son."
"You think that will scar him for life?" she asked glancing at her sleeping son. "As if your failed attempt with giving him his own sonic screw driver isn't scaring enough."
"Ah, chip off the old block," the Doctor said with pride in his voice. "Quite cheeky of him if you ask me."
"He unscrewed all the doors he could find in the TARDIS and then the shelves of the library practically came crashing on top of him!" Rose exclaimed. "The little monster threw the biggest tantrum I've ever seen when I had to take away that screw driver from him."
"Meany," the Doctor accused.
"You coward," she said laughing as she looked up at the Doctor. His eyes were wide open now looking a bit guilty. "You were the one who didn't have the strength to take it away from him! He became a menace, waving his little sonic screw driver around!"
"How was I suppose to know that it was to become his favorite toy," the Doctor said in a pout.
"You could of given him a non sonic one," Rose said rolling up her eyes. "Didn't his own misuse of yours give you a hint that he wasn't ready for one?"
The Doctor looked thoughtful for a minute. "Ah, yup," he finally said recalling the time when Jack had bolted them inside their room with his father's screwdriver. Thank goodness the TARDIS let them out, but Rose had been furious with the Doctor after she had warned him not to show Jack how to use the screwdriver. At times she felt as though she was dealing with two children instead of the one.
Jack began to stir in his sleep and Rose cuddled a bit more with the Doctor and her son, touching her son's small fist.
"How could someone so small be such a terror one minute and an absolute joy the next?" she asked out loud and then frowned when she saw that the answer to her question stare down at her innocently. Rose sighed, resigned to her fate.
"Come on then," she said getting up. "Get your son to bed before he wakes up. It's late and we need to get up early tomorrow if we are going to finally go to that planet you keep going on about."
The Doctor smiled brightly and carefully stood up with Jack still sleeping in his arms. He followed Rose as she led him to Jack's room, which was right in front of theirs. Rose watched by the doorway as the Doctor took off his son's shoes and carefully put on his jimjams and tucked him in bed.
"He's so much your son," the Doctor whispered to Rose as he joined her by the doorway. Rose raised her eyebrow in question as he said, "He sleeps through anything."
"Oi, I think you're trying to offend me!" she exclaimed.
"There are other things I'd rather do to you," the Doctor said in a hushed whisper.
"Really?" Rose asked, suddenly interested in the look he was giving her. "Are you sure you can handle it this time?"
"What do you mean?" the Doctor asked suddenly confused.
"You look tired, Doctor," Rose said. "Remember the last time Jack tired you out…"
"You mean I tired him out," the Doctor interrupted.
"You wish!" Rose exclaimed, closing little Jack's bedroom door and leading the Doctor to theirs. "You promised me a romantic evening and you ended up snoring half the night."
"Time Lords don't snore," the Doctor said a bit offended.
"You could of fooled me with that symphony your nose was playing all night," laughed Rose.
The Doctor gave her a cheeky grin and lifted her up in his arms. "Right, you want a night of romance, do you?" he asked in his adventurous voice. "How about I give you a night to remember?!"
Rose laughed out loud as he dumped her onto their bed. It had been ages since she'd seen the Doctor this excited as taking care of Jack usually tired them both out. The Doctor stripped down in record time and proceeded to undress Rose.
"You're kind of in a hurry, aren't you?" Rose asked him half laughing. The Doctor stopped and looked at her frowning.
"Why?" he asked. "Aren't you?"
"To tell you the truth, Doctor," Rose confessed. "I'm a bit knackered."
The Doctor groaned and fell beside her in bed. "The one time we have alone and you're kaput," he moaned. "I've been pent up for ages."
"Really?" Rose asked amused. "This coming from someone who rarely gave indications that he was sexually inclined when we first traveled together."
"Who said I wasn't?" he asked in a scoff. "You come strutting into my TARDIS like an innocent little minx and I never had a chance."
"Really?" Rose asked skeptically, running a hand up his chest. "You were the one who invited me to come inside, remember?"
"I had ulterior motives," he confessed.
"You never said," Rose pointed out. "Your other incarnation didn't seem like the type."
"I was all moody and angsty," the Doctor said loving the stoking feel of Rose's fingers on his chest. He grinned lazily as her hand traveled to other more interesting parts of his body. "I thought you said you weren't interested," he then said as she gripped him in her hand.
"I said I was knackered," Rose reminded him. "I never said I wasn't interested in this." Rose then lowered herself and began doing things to him that he knew would be outlawed in several planets, not to mention half a galaxy that he had yet to show Rose.
The Doctor looked across the console to see Rose hastily pull up her hair in a ponytail while trying to convince Jack that he should put on his warm jumper. The Doctor had to confess that for someone who feared becoming domestic, he would travel back several times in a heartbeat to witness a scene such as the one before him. His beautiful Rose and his rambunctious son were at it again. Rose had to look at Jack at eye level when he became difficult and threaten to take away another favorite toy if he refused to do what she said. The Doctor was no use as he always found a way to return the toys to his son and practically led him have the run of the ship. Ah, domesticity. He didn't mind it as much as long as it was an adventure he could share with Rose and Jack.
They were, of course, late as usual. He wasn't able to get Rose up in the morning, especially since he decided to get creative in their lovemaking and really tired her out, not to mention himself in the process. So it was up to the Doctor to tend to Jack in the morning, especially since Jack made it into their bedroom and demanded to eat beans on toast for breakfast. The Doctor sighed and went about preparing what he could for his son while Rose slept on.